facebook

Electricity versus Telephone Poles

click here for the electric versus gpo disclaimer

Telegraph Pole Television

poleliner tellyChannel 1. The Pole Liner
Channel 2. Trailer
Channel 3. Poles on the B5105

Society Founder

Tweet Tweet

Loading..

Pole of the Month

Society Shop

These much ignored pieces of rural and urban furniture finally have a website of their own.

This is not the site to visit for technical information pertaining to telegraph poles. You'll find nothing about 10KVa transformers, digital telephone networking or even so much as a single volt.

This is a website celebrating the glorious everyday mundanitude of these simple silent sentinels the world over.

from the simple... through the interesting... to the hieroglyphics and the alluring
Simple telegraph poles Space age telegraph poles telegraph pole hieroglyphics to the downright sexy ones
click the thumbnails above to view the gallerys. more poles...

We don't care what the wires contain either. They all carry electricity in some way be it the sparky stuff which boils your kettle, or the thinner stuff with your voice in it when you're on the phone.

Crimes against Telegraph Poles

The week all started routinely enough.  There I was busy appreciating the daily influx of photographs submitted by enthusiastic subscribers to these sagest of pages... including these finialed beauties.  (Which have the look of South Shropshire about them)  They came from an email address in hotmail which ought to have raised suspicions, if not hackles.  No note was attached.

exhibit1a exhibit1b

Things took a turn for the sinister when we received the following photograph a day later. From the same email address.  And this time there was a note...

A chainsaw poised about to cut a telegraph pole

A fiendish ransom note

We were horror struck. Anybody who knows me would realise that if someone were to give me a penny, I still wouldn't have two pennies to rub together. So even if I did somehow know the whereabouts of an ageing water pump I could never put my hand on that kind of money. So we had to play the waiting game.

Then I saw that the evil fiend had carelessly signed his name at the bottom and so I started to put two and two together. My mate Pete Greenrod has a broken-down Vauxhall Cavalier in the scrap yard he calls his garden and he has manky, stinking trainers like those in the picture. But then it couldn't be him - I'm sure his is the 1984 model. And the ransom note specifically says that it's not him anyway, it's some other Pete.  A red herring then.

This story didn't have a happy ending, and appreciators of fine telegraph poles should look away now.  We received this photograph yesterday.  An act of vile desperation, carried out without compunction by a soul-less Vauxhall (and Ryobi chainsaw) owner.  Probably with a wood stove and who doesn't mind the stink of burning creosote.

A pile of logs made of telegraph poles